Red ants, march and march and march. All day. Every day.
The ants wind through the grass, creating paths with their million feet march.
If you start at the mouth of their nest, you can follow their path backwards to see where they are coming from and where they are going.Up the sidewalk, along the edge Phoebe has nicknamed the "bacon", the ants march in a single file line.
10, 20, 30, 40 feet up the sidewalk, and the ants never vary from their marching line by more than a few inches.
All the way up to their destination: This tree of unknown species.
But most of the ants keep on going, climbing up the tree, as their march continues on.
The ants carrying leaves march down to join the queue heading toward the nest. Other ants without leaves, march up the tree, heading to the leafy branches overhead.
Once reaching the branches, the ants veer off from one main line, some ants heading this way, others heading that way.It's like they know where they're going!
Right over my head.
I think I'll step back now. Come one, Phoebe, before the wind picks up and it starts raining ants!Isn't the life of an ant interesting? How do they do it? How do they know where to go, what leaf to cut, who to follow?
I'm tired just thinking about it!